You are SARAH and you are the MAID of HEART. You are in your TENTH SWEEP and you are a STUDENT of CREATIVE WRITING. Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is QUILLKIND, because as you know, the PEN is mightier than the SWORD. You use your WRITING POWERS in the name of PROSPIT and FEMINISM. You are FAT and TATTOOED and anyone who doesn't like it can FUCK RIGHT OFF. Your FANDOMS include HOMESTUCK, WELCOME TO NIGHT VALE, and GAME OF THRONES.
BABY RACCOONS COVER THEIR EYES WHEN THEY GET SCARED AND OMG I JUST CANT ITS SO PRECIOUS
ive never believed in passive aggressive vagueblogging, unlike SOME people i could mention
i grab my friend and yell OH MY GOD HAVE YOU SEEN THIS VINE, my friend turns around; i am holding an excellent specimen of vitis coignetiae, we are botanists
When I walk home at night I fantasize about putting my cigarette out in someone’s eye
i fantasize about kicking a guy in the wiener so hard that he instantly dies
why use gendered terms like dude, girl, etc with your friends when u can just call them comrade
❤☮☭folloш foя мoяе soft сoммцпisм☭☮❤
NO, NOT SOFT COMMUNISM. IT MUST BE HARD. LIKE SIBERIAN WINTER.
❤☮☭folloш foя мoяе soft but still resemblant to hard like Siberian winter сoммцпisм☭☮❤
*gets on tiptoes to whisper into dairy cow’s ear* why ya titty out
How short are you that you need to stand on your toes to talk to a cow?
Looks like we got ourselves a city slicker
How freaking talk are your cows? My cousins own a dairy farm and the cows are about chest height.
You sure talk a lot of shit for someone whose cousin has short cows